(God damn it, Dupri)
This is for the same niggas I bust guns with
Bag snatchers, running through the trenches tryna mug shit
Thought he was slick, then brodie upped blick
Grimy still locked on level fours for some old licks
We don't go for ho shit
In your hood, you a crash dummy, they like, "Here, bro, hold this"
If a nightmare took the stolen whip like it was his
But you know to break a bitch
I won't say no names, but bro 'nem known to take trips
No, my dogs could never snitch
Hope my dogs don't never switch
G Therms, I was jailin' with
And them my dogs
Ain't gotta say too much, been sockin' shit since the hall
She ate my dick up with some Halls, she a freaky lil' broad
Bitch, you ain't sucking dick, bitch, get the fuck out
Got your nigga pulling up? Ho, get the fuck out
You was doing other shit, I was thugging with my dogs
Having shootouts broad day, I was busting with my dogs
Fell in love with a bitch, she was fucking with my dog
Sauced up and bossed up, you ain't fucking with my dog
Where the weed? Spark that shit, is it all gone?
You mad at me, you should be sliding 'cause your dog gone
That's your bitch, I'm going deep all in her jawbone
This loud strong, I was gon' pour this four, but it's all gone
Man, was gon' pour this four, but I said, "Fuck that, bitch, I'm geeking"
Lost my dog, I swear to God, bitch, I was tweaking
My dog was here and now he not, that shit had broke me down to pieces
Memories is all I got to hold on to, that's how I'm breathing
Couldn't believe it
Police stopped me, asked why I'm speeding
Stop leaning, put down the cup
I'm to the neck
I'm slidin' dolo on the set
Man, I might just pull up looking janky, better not play with me
Might just creep up on you, boo, yeah, that's a scary scene
Flag on the play, get out the way, I hit the referee
Flag on the play, get out the way, I hit the referee
I just hit that bitch, I ain't want her, got the best of me
Bitch called my phone a thousand times, why you stressing me?
Can't argue with no bitch, I'm tryna figure out my next P
Listen, I could blow a bag and get it back, I call that dough hunt
I'm glad a nigga baby mama bad, I got a cold son
When he beat the chopper, clap back to his face and made his nose run
Get into this bag with Baby Simmons on the road run
I still got four dirty guns, but I stole one
I hit a couple 'Woods and hit the drank, but you gotta pour one
The phony get to bangin' like it's big, but it's a small gun
And I could've hit that nigga in his fitted, but the wall won
Every time I hit the strip club, I got all ones
Every time we hit the strip club, here all the hoes come
Why every time you niggas hit the club, y'all never throw nothin'?
We snuck blicky in the club, lil' brodie always totin' guns
All much always totin' sticks and if we see you, then you done
Hollow tips eat up his face and his brain scatter like some crumbs
You can't survive in the jungles, you get hate before you love
Do this shit for all my dogs, free the gang, bitch, free the thugs
Do this shit for all my dogs, free the gang, bitch, free the thugs
Sip some drank to ease the pain, pour another four up
Your bitch said she wanna fuck me, told the bitch to hold up
And when we caught that nigga lacking, upped the pole, he froze up (Froze up)
Caught they ass lacking, hopped out and said, "Don't run"
Stripped 'em out they shit, but them niggas had no funds
I can't even beef with my opps, they all bums
They don't even got ghost guns, they got no guns
Big Slum, I ain't want her, just wanted my dick sucked
Nigga say he got my bitch, okay, yeah, which one?
I ain't even want her, I ain't fuck her in six months
I can buy a brand new bitch, we rich Bloods
Big Slum dripped up, don't get tipped up
Diss us on the 'Gram, don't get chipped up
Slid through they hood, but it was right, ain't see no one
Whole section bracking, whole city, they know us
Niggas all dope and the game just doped up
Niggas want smoke, yeah, yeah, get smoked up
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